Wrapped In His Arms Novels & Stories

Lila wrapped her arms around his ridiculously broad shoulders and pulled him down, lost in him. The night was still young.

His arm was still wrapped around me, holding me. And then, in the mess of limbs and movement, my lips brushed the corner of his mouth.

I hug close to him as his arm tightens around my shoulder. Complication at its best.

My other arm is around his neck while keeping his head bowed, so I pulled him to me and hugged him. As soon as he found himself in my arms, his sobs grew louder, almost feel his pain in me, with his touches and the air he exhales. God, why can't I help him now? I do what he does to me, I stay in his arms, I stay by his side so that at least he is not alone. I push him back to the bed, to look at his fists, but he pulled himself up and sat on the bed like that with me in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist.

I added. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me out. “We'll see. We shall see.”

His arms wrapped around me, and I was pulled into his chest. My body was flooded with warmth. There was no better place to be than here.

Like I belonged right here—in his arms, in the soft hush of early morning, wrapped in something I don’t have a name for yet. I breathe in slowly. He smells like warmth. Coffee and soap and a little bit of the cologne I once saw sitting forgotten in the bathroom cabinet. His arms are around me, one draped across my back, the other hand resting lightly on my hip. Protective. Strong. Still. I don’t move. I don’t want to wake him. I don’t want this to end. Not yet.

He wrapped his arms around her securely and confessed his feelings with a pure heart. ***********

Maria melted into him, wrapping her arms around him fully. For now, that was enough.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I trembled with fear. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his warm breath soothing my ear. "I've got you."